The cold moonlight was radiating past through the room's window where Taemin was. It was eerily quiet, the deafening silence resonating into Taemin's ear. The stillness of the room wasn't helping; it was just making things worse. Silence was supposed to be calming, but it was doing the opposite to him. His thoughts seemed to be exploding towards all corners of the room and he could hear his heart sinking with every second that passed by. He was so tempted to do it; to reach towards the lethal metal shining under the moonlight.
If I do this, everything will be over. It's such an easy way out. Just one cut and everything--all the pain, the jealousy and anger--will be over.
He had been thinking of actually doing it. Doing that. The whole world thought it wasn't right, but to Taemin, it was the only thing that seemed right. He couldn't take the reality that he was facing now.
Well, what did you expect, Taemin? Did you seriously think he'd fall for you, just because that was the second time?
There are things that you could never get a hold of, Taemin. And he's just one of those things.
But then, what is the point of living if you don't have him? Will you be able to survive a lifetime without him beside you?
His mind was throwing such daggers at him, and his heart was getting crushed and pierced at every agonizing thought. His mind was defying him and it was killing him.
Will you be able to survive?
The pondering question was tempting him to do it.
Just one cut, Taemin. Just one.
He was about to clutch onto the tiny yet mighty weapon, deciding that that was probably the best thing to do for his sanity. The blade was just a few inches away from his skin. He was ready to let everything go. He lessened the distance between his porcelain skin and the blade, leaving only a few centimeters. He was about to cut when he heard the door creaking open, breaking the silence.
Onew entered the room, and he instantaneously caught sight of the younger boy with the deadly piece of silver in his hands. This wasn't a usual sight. He knew Taemin wasn't the type to resort to these things. Taemin was always so bubbly and optimistic--far from what Onew's facing now.
No, Taemin.
Those two words were enough to make him move in an inhumane speed. Onew was never athletic and fast, but this time, he just couldn't risk letting another second pass with Taemin in that state. Taemin was far too fragile, too delicate for Onew to slow down even just a second. He knew that Taemin was somehow strong, but just like everybody else, he had soft spots too, and this was probably one of those moments where something's triggering those spots.
He reached Taemin in record time, quickly grabbing the younger boy's wrist and taking the lethal object away from him. He threw the blade across the room, making sure that it was out of Taemin's reach.
